Once upon a time there lived in New York City a little boy named Danny Reeves whose father was very rich.
When Danny and his friends wanted to play touch football, dad's chauffeur would drive them to the playground in a long, shiny automobile. That was fun, but for Danny the greatest fun of all was the idea of some day having a foot ball team of his very own, Why? As Danny once told a friend: "Isn't it the dream of every American boy to own a football team?" For Danny, at least,...
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